The inner me is never simplistic
I am filled with miraculous wonders; afraid to comprehend
My eyes lift as open windows, revealing my soul’s depth of arctic waters
Evil no longer conceals its naked truth
I rise through timbers burning with hot fire of red coals
I dash empirical words rendering hearts broken, ready to sooth
The prince comes; I rise on golden wings as those bedazzled eyes seek my burning core
I am lost to willful pleasantries set adrift by godly blessings